Drops-of-Light

                                              Have to. Ha! I say, in the morning light, Heroine conquers evil In a bold brave fight.                                               Need t

Flows around me, Feeling like the days I was young, And of spring Gentle, but Invigorating Reminds me of Dreams of light And Days of being carefree And just free, by itself. Cold, but refreshing. Like spring or summer In some strange way It brings an air Of newness Cleanliness Yet Of old days Good times, Raising goose bumps On my arms And filing my lungs With new life.

Throughout our lives, Our perspective switches As we age, As things happen to us, The world changes. When I was young, Free, no secrets, I imagined worlds With my own view Thought I was special A being of light. The world changes. A boy, bright eyes, Tells me secrets no one else knows Confirms my old dreams. No one can see him But me, as he whispers The impossible. The world changes. My mind is filled With those knowing blue eyes; Little girl in love With a boy I don't know His secrets float through Daydreams, galore, Of heroes and power And he says They're true. The world changes. Anger and despair Can't believe

Beyond imagination, dark and deep, Not sharp like blades A weight on my heart Suffocating Hopelessly heavy Immovable Impossible to vaquish. I blame others for it aimlessly But deep inside I know I brought it on myself. The darkness was addicting, Drug no one knows of but myself I shed no tears that you can see But I can see them, and they are Blood, A weight on my heart Pain.

I wake up every morning The dream drifts away A moment spent In confused memories of it Trying to grasp it But in this moment It flies away Like a bird Set free. I remember thoughts Throughout the day A moment spent A word or two Brings an emotion to mind, Half-remembered From a dream That flies away Like a bird Set free. I try to save it, I try to keep it, A moment spent In a forgotten dream: Adventure and Friendship; Love and Fear; Just feeling Alive. Emotions that fly away Like a bird Set free.

I read back through the things you've told me, Every little word that you say And that I've said to you. Imagining Your voice The way you laugh The way you joke And the way that I feel When I want to be in your arms, With your lips on mine. And I sit here So close to you Yet so far away Knowing you feel something too, But acting on it is Forbidden. The tears don't come But I still hurt I read and Reread And Reread And Reread Your final words Staring at the scratches on my arm That spell out Your name. Alex.